Evil Demon Zaraki, Bankai-

Yachiru replied with a smile, "That's my wish."

Tokoyo Misao nodded. "Then let's follow, we're going to Muken."

Chapter 167 Demon Zaraki, Bankai--

When Tokoyo Misao led Kenpachi Zaraki and the other two to the Muken, the place had already been cleaned up.

Although it's called cleaning, the Muken Realm itself has the ability to slowly absorb Reishi.

The remnants of the battle between Tokoyo Misao and Unohana also contained high-quality Reishi, which had long been absorbed, sank, and eventually decomposed by the rubble of the Muken.

This is why the Muken is able to imprison Captain-level figures.

The purpose of this place was to slowly erode the high spirituality of Captain-level individuals.

However, completely reducing a captain to ashes would take far too long.

At least here, the captains can no longer train to improve their strength.

As soon as Urozakuro saw Tokoyo Misao approaching, veins popped out on his forehead.

She appeared without any hesitation, pointing her index finger at Tokoyo Misao and yelling, "Are you kidding me? How can it be so fast? Can't a person get any sleep? It hasn't been that long, and you've already brought..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Kenpachi Zaraki and swallowed the rest of her words.

Because she knew that this Tokoyo Misao was truly prepared to fight.

Furthermore, Kenpachi Zaraki's relationship with Sōya Azashiro is quite complicated.

So she didn't say anything more and disappeared into the darkness.

Upon arriving at the center of the Muken, Kenpachi Zaraki could no longer contain himself. He paced back and forth like a restless child in an amusement park.

The same was true for Yachiru beside him; her eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Tokoyo Misao turned to Yasutora Sado and said, "Your power is actually closer to what Kenpachi Zaraki looks like after he unleashes his power."

You should stay away for now. When I start fighting with him, you need to carefully observe and sense what that force is all about.

Then try to channel your own power, understand?

"Okay, Boss Misao." Yasutora Sado retreated nearly two hundred meters before stopping.

The power in his body that was Tokoyo Misao identified as Fullbring was actually not quite right under the observation of Eien, who had fully activated Eternal Eyes.

The power that Yasutora Sado was less a combination of the Hollow and the Soul King Fragments of Fullbring, and more like the power of Hell.

Of course, whether the blood-stained hand of Tokoyo Misao no Shoujo or the power that turned Kenpachi Zaraki's skin red comes from Hell remains speculation.

It is a fact that Yasutora Sado's power is similar to his.

That's why Tokoyo Misao brought him here, wanting to see if the other party could draw out the special power hidden within his body.

Without saying a word, Tokoyo Misao immediately activated his Bankai.

After battling Unohana and pounding his body again, his blood-red arm had spread to his shoulder and was now heading towards his heart.

He opened his palm, beckoned to Kenpachi Zaraki, and grinned, saying, "No need for probing, just use your strongest move!"

"Ha, I don't have any special moves." Kenpachi Zaraki gripped his Zanpakuto tightly with both hands, charged out like a wild beast, and swung his sword down fiercely.

This time, Tokoyo Misao used his blood-red arm as a weapon to parry the attack.

With a loud "clang," the powerful blow struck the red arm, but it didn't even break the skin.

Kenpachi Zaraki stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous.

It's worth noting that this method of using his body to withstand an opponent's attack was something he often used to demonstrate to his teammates.

I never expected to be replicated by Tokoyo Misao today.

When he realized that his longsword couldn't even pierce his skin, he truly understood the feeling of humiliation that his comrades were shouting and yelling at him, yet their swords couldn't even break his skin.

Yes, it was a profound humiliation.

"Ken-chan, come back!" Yachiru's voice suddenly rang out.

Kenpachi Zaraki turned his head with some confusion, only to see Yachiru stretching out her small hand and waving it from side to side.

"Ken-chan, come back! In your current state, you have no chance against Misa-chan." Yachiru said again with a smile.

Kenpachi Zaraki straightened up and walked back. "Yachiru, do you know how to make me stronger?"

"Of course." Yachiru beckoned to Kenpachi Zaraki until he crouched down and leaned in to listen.

She whispered in Kenpachi Zaraki's ear, "Shout..."

Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes lit up. He didn't know why Yachiru knew the name of his Zanpakuto, but these trivial details didn't matter.

He turned back to Tokoyo Misao and roared, "Devour, Nozarashi!"

Reiatsu as powerful as a Category 8 typhoon erupted from Kenpachi Zaraki's body, turning the entire Muken upside down.

Yasutora Sado's right fist was immediately covered by red and black armor in the distance.

He punched the ground, creating a small crater that he could fit inside, with only half his head sticking out to observe.

At this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki's Zanpakuto completely changed shape.

It has a wide and long hilt and a huge, axe-like blade; the entire sword is even larger than Kenpachi Zaraki himself.

Just by looking at it, you can tell how painful it would be to be cut by this knife.

Kenpachi Zaraki became excited after Shikai.

He Tokoyo Misao again, gripping the slender Nozarashi of the sword with both hands, and swung the sword down with a slash.

He didn't notice that Yachiru had disappeared behind him, leaving only the Shihakushō in place.

Tokoyo Misao raised his red arm again to block.

A hissing sound rang out.

He didn't manage to block it completely this time, and felt a sharp, needle-like pain on his skin.

Kenpachi Zaraki's Nozarashi was able to break through the Blood Hand's skin, but that was all.

Tokoyo Misao raised his foot and kicked Kenpachi Zaraki straight in the abdomen. The latter was swept away by the huge force and flew backward, smashing through more than a dozen boulders before stopping.

Zaraki immediately climbed out of the rubble, dusted himself off, and charged again with the Nozarashi in hand.

Tokoyo Misao understood perfectly well that Kenpachi Zaraki was now reduced to mere fighting instincts. All he needed to do now was continue to pressure Kenpachi Zaraki and force him into the next phase.

So after the opponent rushed over, he raised his foot again, concentrated the Reishi, and kicked it out.

This time, however, Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly twisted his body while running, and at the same time, the Nozarashi in his hand also twisted with his body, slashing upwards in an arc towards Tokoyo Misao's left abdomen.

But his strike failed.

Tokoyo Misao's bloodied hand reached out to block, directly gripping the blade of Nozarashi's knife.

At that moment, Kenpachi Zaraki did not hesitate at all and suddenly turned the hilt of his sword with both hands.

The force of the rotation allowed Nozarashi to break free from the constraints of the red palm.

At this moment, his body was already hanging upside down in the air. Kenpachi Zaraki pulled Nozarashi back slightly by an inch, and then suddenly thrust forward.

The shape of the Nozarashi in his hand was not suitable for thrusting, which caught the swordsmanship grandmaster Tokoyo Misao off guard.

With a "thud," it was pierced head-on by the Nozarashi, or rather, it was smashed away.

Shusō retreated more than ten meters before regaining his balance, and said with a smile, "Indeed, once you integrate swordsmanship into your body, your strength will definitely increase by a level, much better than before."

From the very beginning, when Tokoyo Misao asked Kenpachi Zaraki to learn swordsmanship, he didn't actually want him to learn any particular style or technique. He simply wanted him to master the basic techniques of swordsmanship and that would be enough.

Then, by integrating these fundamental skills into his own berserk instincts, his combat power would definitely be elevated several levels.

"Again!" Tokoyo Misao gradually became excited and took the initiative to go forward.

After a few rounds, he found an opening and kicked Kenpachi Zaraki in the stomach, sending him flying.

After several such incidents, Kenpachi Zaraki no longer focused on defending his abdomen, but instead subconsciously used Tokoyo Misao's habit of kicking him in the stomach to launch counterattacks.

The effect is excellent.

Unfortunately, Tokoyo Misao's reactions were just too quick, and he managed to dodge Nozarashi's slashes and smashes every time.

Yasutora Sado, watching from a distance, frowned.

In fact, he had long felt that the aura emanating from Tokoyo Misao's blood-red hand had a familiar yet strange feel to it, which was contradictory.

As for this battle so far, Kenpachi Zaraki has not yet displayed any other power, but his fighting style, which embodies techniques into his body, has been silently memorized by him.

On the other side, hidden in the darkness, Sōya Azashiro stood up instead of sitting cross-legged, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

Beside him, Urozakuro's words never stopped. "Kenpachi Zaraki is really barbaric. His sword is so strange, it looks terrifying. If someone cuts him, his body will be shattered into pieces, right?"

How is that possible? How could Tokoyo Misao's arm possibly block such an attack?

Why do I feel like that guy and we're not even the same species anymore?

Furthermore, what do you mean by "progress "for Kenpachi Zaraki? Wasn't he just toying with him?

"Sōya, aren't you going to make a move? Kenpachi from the 11th Division was being toyed with by the enemy."

As for Urozakuro, she always wanted to bring Sōya Azashiro out of Muken, but she would also respect the other party's wishes, so she could only talk about it. What if she actually managed to persuade him?

"No, it can't be that simple." Sōya Azashiro shook his head. "If it were that simple, he wouldn't deserve to be called Kenpachi."

In Sōya Azashiro's eyes, even though Kenpachi Zaraki has now displayed the Reiatsu of First-Class Spiritual Pressure and possesses powerful swordsmanship and combat instincts, he still cannot be considered a powerful Kenpachi.

Both he himself and the Kenpachi, whom he defeated through various means, are stronger than the current Zaraki.

If he hadn't committed some offense and been imprisoned in the Muken recesses of the underworld, there would never have been three Kenpachis in the future.

However, Tokoyo Misao, a very powerful guy, has always had a high opinion of Kenpachi Zaraki, and Sōya Azashiro.

After dozens of rounds, even Kenpachi Zaraki was starting to pant.

Moreover, each time Tokoyo Misao, he would use kicks and punches to strike the internal organs.

Although Kenpachi Zaraki did not appear to be bleeding, his internal organs were actually badly injured.

"Ptooey!" Kenpachi Zaraki casually spat out what had come out of his throat, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was a fragment of a lung.

He grinned nonchalantly, preparing to attack again.

But at that moment, he heard Yachiru's voice again.

"Ken-chan, a battle should make the enemy happy too. Right now, Misa-chan isn't happy."

So call my name...

Without the slightest hesitation, Kenpachi Zaraki roared, "Bankai— "

The next moment, his body underwent a drastic change. His skin instantly turned blood red, two sharp horns grew from his forehead, and his teeth grew into a pair of sharp fangs like those of a vicious dog.

At this moment, he was lying prostrate on the ground, holding the Nozarashi with one hand, its shape becoming even sharper and wilder, and exhaling white breath.

Unlike the last time in the Valley of Screams Space, this time Kenpachi Zaraki was not only completely blood red, with sharp horns and fangs, but also had two black vertical lines on his face.

This pattern greatly inspired Tokoyo Misao's spirit.

If his memory serves him right, the guy who returned from Hell also has the same markings on his face.

In other words, Kenpachi Zaraki's power comes from Hell.

And it makes perfect sense why the power he is currently displaying doesn't belong to the Three Worlds.

Tokoyo Misao grinned.

He stretched out his blood-red hand, grabbed at the air, and a slender longsword appeared in his palm.

Then he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, assumed a basic swordsmanship stance, and said softly, "Come on!"

"Roar!" Kenpachi Zaraki roared like a wild beast from his throat.

That single sound caused the ground to sink a kilometer deep.

Then, like a beast pouncing on its prey, he Tokoyo Misao and swung his sword down.

It didn't seem to carry the intense Reiatsu and power of a battle Soul Reaper.

But in Tokoyo Misao's eyes, this strike was more terrifying than any attack he had ever encountered before.

He had no intention of backing down. His eyes sharpened, and a black torrent merged into his arm and enveloped his longsword as he swung it to meet the attack.